It Gets Very Dark until the Moon Rises
Night falls and darkness drives her pick-up truck
down Highway 86, speeds past the pub
into the hills and hollers, forest, shrub,
and vine, gets tangled, caught, and deeply stuck
until she sinks for good in leaves and muck.
She flicks her cigarette, the sunset stub,
as gunshots hit the town’s Masonic club.
In total darkness, she is out of luck
except for this night’s moon, which shows her face
slowly at first, first hidden in the air,
but rising, shining, growing, giving dark
a dream, a fantasy of light, a place
less troubled by the lack of day, a fair
of light, with tended paths, a lover’s park.